Some of the most Beautiful art Comes from the most Broken people

I want to make beautiful art But not at the expense of Being torn to shreds; I’d prefer it as a consequence Of something I’ve overcome instead.

Somewhere to organize my emotions- to express and contain them; I’ll place them in a combination safe If not displayed as gems.

I write something exceptionally dark And can’t believe what has come out of me. Yet I feel as though I have birthed a monster, And decorated it with lilies. Although I hold the pain I grieve In the same palms

That have handed me a masterpiece, I regret nothing, As I use it for my healing; It is word made light, brought to you by dark feelings.

(Side note: this was my own work, it fit the prompt and I used it accordingly. I hope you like it ♡)